The Poetical Works of George CrabbeH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1914 - 600 sider |
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... cried , Then sought the nymph , and ' Be thou now my bride . ' Bride had she been , but they no priest could move To bind in law , the couple bound by love . What sought these lovers then by day , by night ? But stolen moments of ...
... cried , Then sought the nymph , and ' Be thou now my bride . ' Bride had she been , but they no priest could move To bind in law , the couple bound by love . What sought these lovers then by day , by night ? But stolen moments of ...
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... cried , ' No craving children would my gains divide ; Fair as she is , I would my widow take , And live more largely for my partner's sake . ' With such their views some thoughtful years they pass'd , And hoping , dreading , they were ...
... cried , ' No craving children would my gains divide ; Fair as she is , I would my widow take , And live more largely for my partner's sake . ' With such their views some thoughtful years they pass'd , And hoping , dreading , they were ...
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... cried , And this proud man , so young and so un- tried ! ' ( 6 Nay , ' said the Doctor , dare you trust your wives , The joy , the pride , the solace of your lives , To one who acts and knows no reason why , But trusts , poor hag ! to ...
... cried , And this proud man , so young and so un- tried ! ' ( 6 Nay , ' said the Doctor , dare you trust your wives , The joy , the pride , the solace of your lives , To one who acts and knows no reason why , But trusts , poor hag ! to ...
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... cried , fast ; I've seen my best of preachers , and my last .'- He bow'd , and archly smiled at what he said , Civil but sly : - ' And is old Dibble dead ? " Yes ! he is gone and we are going all ; Like flowers we wither , and like ...
... cried , fast ; I've seen my best of preachers , and my last .'- He bow'd , and archly smiled at what he said , Civil but sly : - ' And is old Dibble dead ? " Yes ! he is gone and we are going all ; Like flowers we wither , and like ...
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... cried ) , ' Success is seldom to the wise denied ; In idle wishes fools supinely stay , Be there a will and wisdom finds a way : Why art thou grieved ? Be rather glad , that he Who hates the happy , aims his darts at thee ; But aims in ...
... cried ) , ' Success is seldom to the wise denied ; In idle wishes fools supinely stay , Be there a will and wisdom finds a way : Why art thou grieved ? Be rather glad , that he Who hates the happy , aims his darts at thee ; But aims in ...
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Aldborough appear'd Arminian art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom breast call'd charm cold comfort cried dare deed delight Doctor Johnson doubt dread dream Duke of Rutland ease fair fame fancy fate father favour favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fled foes fond gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved happy hear heard heart honour hope humble kind knew labour lady live look look'd lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners lover maid marriage mind Muse never night numbers nymph o'er OVID pain pass'd passions peace pity pleasure poison'd poor praise pride rest scenes scorn seem'd shame sigh smile soothe sorrow sought soul speak spirit spleen strong terror thee thine thou thought trembling truth twas vex'd virtue wealth wife wish'd wretched youth
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Side 128 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Side vii - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm — The sheltered cot...
Side 34 - Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
Side 266 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Side 161 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Side 292 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
Side x - I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms For him that grazes or for him that farms; But when amid such pleasing scenes I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun, with fervid ray, On their bare heads and dewy temples play; While some, with feebler heads and fainter hearts, Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts: Then shall I dare these real ills to hide In tinsel trappings of poetic pride?
Side 320 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Side 64 - How fair these names, how much unlike they look To all the blurr'd subscriptions in my book: The bridegroom's letters stand in row above, Tapering yet...
Side 74 - Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace ; Truth, simple truth, was written in his face.